The Day I Lost It in Front of My Students

Walking into a classroom to teach, I feel like a professional athlete stepping onto a field or court — alert, attentive, confident. I appear to my students easygoing and cheerful, having shed my biggest domestic shame, my temper. That is to say, usually.

Last fall, the day before Halloween, my remedial-English students and I were meeting in our Monday classroom (we had a different room each day of the week, which had the effect of preventing me from developing a home-court

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